Rylie’s hard again between my legs, and I want him so badly my teeth ache. I push at his shoulder so he’ll get on his back with me on top of him, but he resists, framing my face with his hands until I look at him. He stares at me, those gunpowder eyes destroying me all over. “You’re so fucking lovely, Eva,” he says, before sealing his mouth over mine. And I feel that word, lovely, through every moment of his deep, sensual kiss. I feel it in the way he holds me, the way he caresses me, the hungry moan he makes as I grab at him, desperate for whatever pieces I can have. He unravels me, seam by
...more
